Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Organ,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.